Grace of God (feat. DJ Los)

We all crabs in a barrel

Just chose to do my climbing in barbed wire

Ankles, I was winning half the battle

I'm from where the worst thing that you could ever do is tattle

They'll zip ya mouth shut then zip you up and skidaddle

I used to walk through the P's and jump from my own shadow

Them mountain bike ****'ll clap you if you try to haggle

For that chain, or that bracelet, or that watch, or that ring

It's off the chain, brace yourself, and watch out when it ring

Gum wrappers in my mouth folded up like fronts

I even took them shits out when I rolled up my blunts

I wanted to be like the dealers, feared like the killers

Fresh like the boosters, attitude what the deal is

**** ask me where I'm from and I'd say Brooklyn proud

Wore my Tim's all year 'round and my Kush was loud

And the police did the same shit y'all seein' now

Except camera phones wasn't out

(Grace of God)

I'm just a product of where the youngun's move product

We all believe in God, but we look up to the Shottas

Iron in my goose, test my pride, I let it loose

Just boys in the hood that watched "Menace II Society" and "Juice"

I never wanted to go that route

I felt like Cuba in the car without the heart to tell Doe to let me out

Hope God don't judge me when he judge me

The devil works pretty damn hard to make it ugly

Know everything that glitter ain't gold

But man, that ice made all that glitter look cold

Thought I was plain without that flicker, that glow

Now that I'm wise, I realized all I did was hide

Long as they staring at the chain, they won't look inside my eyes

And see the pain, see the hurt, see the person I disguise

Can't write about it all if there's no words that could describe

The images in my head that visit me in my bed

If I ain't talk to the Lord, then spiritually, I'd be dead

(Grace of God)

By the grace of God I escaped that place

By the skin of my teeth

I'm here though

Still here though